A Power of Change

When I stood up, On the mountain, Air starts to blow, The whistling in my ears. I looked at the sky, A white ball moon, on my left, And, A golden burner ball on my other side, The dark clouds were floating, And Not reaching any where, Below and above, but, Left and right not going anywhere, out of my sight. Mountains and rivers, Trees and Birds, Sky, Moon or Sun, Not even planets, Only I can dance, Sing or whistle, I am your echo, You can listen through me, You can live through me, You can see through me, I am n’t only air, I am your life, A power of change.